Reincarnation Of Master Su Chapter 11

Ai Er was the most famous lady in the hotel, adding on the word “once”. White and tall, she has a melon face and big eyes that have a certain amorous feeling. She is experienced and it can be said that when dealing with men, she is like fish in water. Ai Er used to occupy the first place of “sales” in the hotel every month. Even many management staff in the hotel were polite to her.

However recently, Ai Er's business was not as good as it used to be. According to her, these guests were all hypocrites with dignity. Men are looking for ladies just for that kind of thing, but now when they are choosing people they also look at educational backgrounds. Recently, the hotel has hired several university students from famous universities. Although the girls are not as beautiful as Ai Er, they can talk about current affairs and dress up in fas.h.i.+onable ways. When they walk, unlike Ai Er, they go by the gorgeous kind of route, with short skirts, high heels, and big red lips.

Ai Er has not been in the top three or more than half a year. Now even the top ten is difficult to squeeze in. She is still dressed up very well today. The head waiter just came to tell her that there is a big customer in the shop who asked for an experienced hostess. Coincidentally, Ai Er's experience can rank her in the top three in the hotel.

After dressing up, Ai Er became extremely beautiful and moving. She walked behind the head waiter while planning in secret. She listened to the head waiter's description that the guest was a big customer of the hotel's owner. As long as she served well, she can certainly be tipped a lot, and even turn her life around with this n.o.ble person in the future.

Actually, Ai Er's earning is not small, but it is very difficult to jump to other jobs in her line of work. Here money came quickly. The golden life of drunkenness has already made many people intoxicated and they do not want to climb out, at least for now. Hooking up a big marriage was also not impossible.

Ai Er quickly walked with her heels of a famous brand, and took the elevator behind the foreman to a presidential suite in the hotel. Outside the door stood two expressionless bodyguards, foreigners who tall and strong. They looked like they could pinch someone to death at will.

“Go in then.” The foreman opened the door.

With experience as old as Ai Er, she did not need any advice from the foreman, and twisted her waist while going into the private room. The light in the s.p.a.cious and gorgeous room was very dim. Only the corner of the sofa in the living room was lit with a warm yellow lamp. Ai Er could only vaguely see a man sitting in the darkness of the room. The man strangely had white gloves on his hands, and the dim lighting was penetrating with coldness.

This man must not be simple. Ai Er, who has seen many kinds of people, walked with a charming smile and whined, “Boss, why don't you turn on the lights?” Normally men could not resist women's soft, feminine voices, but today Ai Er met a stone, and the man sitting in the dark did not even look up at her.

“Sit down.” The man spoke, his voice sounding unexpectedly young, and also unexpectedly cold and hard. Was the air-conditioning in the room too low or was her skirt too short? Ai Er's body was shaking slightly. She sat down obediently, but dared not get too close to the man, and the man did not let her lean over.

Such a distance seemed just right.

“Answer whatever I ask.” The man's legs overlap, his hands and fingers in white gloves are crossed on his knees. Under the dim light, Ai Er could only see the lower half of his face. His angular jaw showed firmness, and the cold lipline drooped down slightly. It invisibly brought her a drowning sense of oppression.

Ai Er answered yes, her limbs shrunken, sitting on the soft sofa, frightened.

“Loving a person, how does one get him.” The man opened his mouth.

Although the question was somewhat strange, Ai Er still responded in her best way, “Women love romance, not necessarily have to give her expensive gifts, but…”

“It's a man.”

Love a man? So he's a h.o.m.os.e.xual. No wonder he did not react when he saw me. When Ai Er thought about it, it can be considered that she has seen many men. In fact, besides the ladies who received men like her, there were also some young males who gave services. Instead of looking for an M-B, this big boss came to see her. So that meant, the man he likes was not a h.o.m.os.e.xual but a straight man.

Men nowadays have really special tastes, beautiful women are left aside untouched, liking the same s.e.x instead.

Nevertheless, Ai Er, who had strong professional ethics, tried to answer the customer's question, “I have an example of a straight man around me who was bent. At the beginning, meticulous care was given. Men are also human beings. As long as they are humans, they have emotional weaknesses. Who doesn't want to be doted on, who doesn't want to be cared for? Even the strongest people will become tired. Boss, don't you think so?”

The man did not speak, but took a pile of money from his side and tossed it.

With bright eyes, Ai Er carefully took the money and stuffed it into her branded bag. As the foreman said, the big boss was really generous.

“When a person is vulnerable, he is most easily taken over by others. That's why many people are especially vulnerable to being taken advantage of when they break up. It's all the same principle, make him accustomed to your existence, and he will be inseparable from you. But this is just a relations.h.i.+p closer than a friend. After it becomes difficult for him to leave you, of course, it's time to confess. We hold our emotions in our hearts so how can the other party know. Regardless of whether the other party will accept it or not, we always have to speak out.” When she got the money, Ai Er was more excited. She had not read too many books and had to work hard to make up vocabulary.

“Speak out?” The man suddenly made a remark.

“Of course, he will know you love him only if you say it. Not only by saying it, but also by showing it by action.”

Two hours later, Ai Er came out of the room with a stuffed Chanel bag. For the first time, Ai Er could get a lot of money without drinking and singing overnight with the customer.

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In the room, Chen Yuan rose from his chair and stood upright in front of the gla.s.s window. The gla.s.s reflected a slightly bleak figure of a man. A pair of dark eyes stared blankly at the ant-like crowd downstairs. Chen Yuan picked up the phone and his voice was low, “Watch her, deal with her if even one word gets out.”

Hanging up the phone, he turned and walked towards an adjacent room in the suite, entered an electronic pa.s.sword, and the door opened.

Chen Yuan stepped forward and closed the door backhandedly. The room was dark and invisible. He reached out and pressed a switch on the wall and a warm soft light filled the room. If someone else came into the room, they will be very frightened. The wall of the room was full of enlarged photos of the same man.

The man in the picture was visibly not young anymore, but he was very well maintained. There are no wrinkles on his pale face. A pair of eyebrows slant upwards obliquely. Even if it was just a picture, you could feel a fierce penetration from the man in the picture. Even when he was smiling, the man's eyes were cold, like thin ice blades that could cut people. This was a cold-hearted man.

Some of the pictures in the room were close-up facial features of after he fell asleep. His sleeping face looked milder, a little less cold; others are silhouettes of the man holding a gun and shooting in the suns.h.i.+ne, his shadow with sharp edges like knives; some pictures are unexpectedly of the man naked, or secretly photographed from behind in a private open-air hot spring. Or him only wearing a white s.h.i.+rt with a pair of long bare legs appearing below, his gaze at the camera cold.

There were even some pictures that look like specific features of the man, there were eyes, hands and feet.

The person who took these pictures must have been the same person, a crazy and paranoid one.

Chen Yuan gently caressed the man on the wall with the corner of his mouth slightly facing down, and humbly kissed, so slight, for fear that a little effort would hurt the man in the picture.

“Master Su…” His murmur was full of yearning and love.

Su Bai taught Chen Yuan many things, such as how to kill people, how to seek the best interests in business, how to deal with people on the black road and how to deal with the people on the white road.

Master Su once said to him that the process is often not so important, some necessary means and sacrifices are unavoidable. It is difficult for people to fight against fate, the process of sacrificing people and things is a part of destiny, and we can feel sad for them, but only just that, the ending result is our goal.

Chen Yuan was undoubtedly an excellent product of Su Bai's teachings, but he only taught Chen Yuan to get results by all means, and forgot to teach Chen Yuan how to express the love in his heart. After all, in their position, Su Bai did not need Chen Yuan's friends.h.i.+p, kins.h.i.+p or love. Su Bai only needed Chen Yuan's loyalty.

“I love you, I love you so much, Master Su. Do you hear that? Come back quickly, and stop hiding from me.”

Chen Yuan's voice trembled more and more. He slipped slowly against the wall as if he could not support the weight of his body, and sobbed like an abandoned child with his knee in his arms.

It was as if time went back to when he had been picked up by Master Su from the streets of London that year. The children who had escaped from the orphanage trembled in the foggy cold weather. Their bodies, too thin due to malnutrition, looked very pitiful. He squatted on the street with his lips tight with a piece of broken gla.s.s in his right hand. Drops of blood flowed down the gla.s.s, and his tightened filthy little face wordlessly warned the people around him that if anyone dared to come, he would tear their throats apart.

The main door of the orphanage was always locked tightly, the dark and dull room was always cold, and there were ignorant and ugly despising eyes all around. The yellow-skinned child suffered not only the loneliness of being outcasted, but also the silence of his life. He did not know the past and could not see the future. The dark sky was suffocating to death.

That day, he still sat quietly in the corner, being discriminated against. When the light fell on the abandoned gla.s.s in the corner, he picked up a piece of the fragments and tore the smiling faces that had ridiculed him, watched them cry, watched them beg for mercy, watched them feel fear while his heart was calm.

It was not that he could not speak, but he often looked up at the sky outside the orphanage, wondering whether it would be brighter outside. The dark and cloudy grey life began to make him feel suffocated and depressed, even the brightest red could not make his small world colorful.

Until that beautiful day of white mist, a man entered his world like a G.o.d, so bright, it illuminated the coldest and darkest corners of Chen Yuan's heart.

That man was a G.o.d. How could he die?

Master Su was just angry because he confined him to the island. Angered that he was tempted by the devil and blasphemed him who was as n.o.ble and flawless as G.o.d. Then Master Su played a little joke on him and ran away to other places on purpose without seeing himself.

Chen Yuan looked down at his hands. The tears in his eyes flowed continuously and silently. He did not intentionally put Su Bai under house arrest. If he did not do that, Su Bai would surely kill him later. Chen Yuan was not afraid to die, especially to die in Master Su's hands. He was only afraid that he could not accompany him after he died.

The thought that someone might occupy his position, occupy his G.o.d and hurt his master after his death made him feel frightened, and then irrepressible anger and sadness came forth.

Through the white leather gloves, he lowered his head and sniffed deeply with his nose. His palms seemed to still have the body temperature of that man who disappeared. He rubbed his cheek with a touch of affection. It was just like that many years ago, Master Su had also gently touched his cheek with his own hands. How happy he was, for a smile from Master Su. For a word of appreciation, or even a slap, he could kill anyone without scruple.

All he did, was to allow himself to stay with the man.

“Oh, it must be that I'm not romantic enough. It doesn't matter, Master Su. I'll change.”

When the tears stopped flowing, Chen Yuan suddenly stood up from the ground. No more fragility could be seen on his cold face. He straightened his back and went to the bedroom. He laid down with his hands overlapping on his chest and facing upward, looking very quiet and peaceful.

After Chen Yuan laid down, he was looking at a picture of Su Bai – a rare picture of Su Bai showing a smile. In the photo, Master Su was in his early thirties. His face was warm and peaceful, and his lips were raised. One hand gently hugged the child whose height was up to his chest. The child looked at the camera with a big and brilliant smile on his face.

That year, as Chen Yuan's birthday gift, and also for Chen Yuan's first kill, Master Su promised to take a photo with Chen Yuan.

“Goodnight, Master Su.”

This time, please don't leave me anymore.

A/N: Aston Martin One-77

A beauty that can be seen but not touched ah~~~~

T/N: Hm hm -v- Can't wait for Master Su to fight it out hahaha